When did we forget our dreams?

J'adore, xkcd.

Comma sutra

Punctuation is damn sexy.

Creation

"It is wonderful to be in on the creation of something, see it used, and then walk away and smile at it."

~ Lady Bird Johnson

And so little time

{wedding inspiration} Garden Roses

Italian Humor

Well, Good Morning, Cuteness!

I Just Wanna...

Please Don't Flush It

Happy Love Day

100 Years

Sweet Dreams

Snuggles

Growler: Surlier than a suds stein

The New York Times dining section today tells how Brooklyn beer buffs are discovering the joys of "The New Old Way to Tote Your Beer": the growler.

By midafternoon on a recent Saturday, Bierkraft, the beer emporium and grocery on Fifth Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn, was half-filled with customers, many of them parents with babies or toddlers in tow. They were browsing the more than 1,000 varieties of bottled beer or surveying the listing of selections available on the 13 taps and 3 cask lines. Some carried a good-sized satchel.

Diaper bag? Gym clothes?

No. It was a tote for their growlers.

Growlers — 64-ounce glass vessels that look like a moonshine jug — have become the beer accessory of the moment. And the jugs, filled at taps in bars and stores, are not just the toys of the bearded, flannel-shirt, beer-geek set.

The painful truth is that Floridians can't enjoy fresh-from-the-tap beer at home, unless it's from a larger operation that bottles its product (or cans it - had a Dale's Pale Ale lately?), because the state limits retail beer containers to 32 ounces and growlers hold a full gallon. But beer lovers in the Sunshine State have grown accustomed to this sort of disappointment; you'd be hard-pressed to find many brewing establishments at all 'round these parts. Just look at the tragicly brief list of breweries on this here peninsula and compare it with the litany of options in, say, lager-lovin' California or perhaps that hops haven we call Colorado.

So, when we have a beer event it's kind of like the second coming ("You mean to say they're bringing the beer TO US?!"), and several shindigs are happening in the coming months. This weekend, Roger Dean Stadium in Jupiter will turn into a Field of Hops, when the Jupiter Craft Brewers Festival will offer samples from more than 100 breweries as well as a beer tasting and pairing event. A handful of the showcased breweries are from our home state, and God bless 'em for choosing to brew suds rather than squeeze orange juice.

Be beautiful

"Be as beautiful as you can be, for yourself first, and then to anyone else with enough good sense to see it, too." ~ Maya Angelou


Barrow Falls Road in Abbot, Maine, by Tracy Crawford
Courtesy of the Sierra Club's Daily Ray of Hope

Being out there

A recent Daily Ray of Hope from the Sierra Club:

"What makes life in our cities at once still tolerable, exciting, and stimulating is the existence of an alternative option, whether exercised or not, whether even appreciated or not, of a radically different mode of being out there, in the forests, on the lakes and rivers, in the deserts, up in the mountains … we cannot have freedom without leagues of open space..."

~ Edward Abbey, author of "Desert Solitaire"



Kankakee, Illinois, by K. K. Condon

I lick you, & I like you to like me to lick you.

"I want you, but I don't need you" ~ Amanda Palmer

I like you, and I’d like you to like me to like you. But I don’t need you. Don’t need you to want me to like you. Because if you didn’t like me, I would still like you, you see. La la la la la la.

I lick you, and I like you to like me to lick you. But... I don’t need you. Don’t need you to like me to lick you. If your pleasure turned into pain, I would still lick for my personal gain. La la la la la la.

I fuck you, and I love how you love me to fuck you. But I don’t fucking need you. Don’t need you to need me to fuck you. If you need me to need you to fuck, that fucks everything up. La la la la la la.

I want you, and I want you to want me to want you. But I don’t need you. Don’t need you to need me to need you. That’s just me. So take me or leave me, but please don’t need me. Don’t need me to need you to need me. Cuz we’re here one minute, the next we’re dead. So love me or leave me, but try not to need me. Enough said. I want you, but I don’t need you. La la la la la la.

I love you, and I love how you love how I love you. But I don’t need you. Don’t need you to love me to love you. If your love changed into hate, would my love have been a mistake? La la la la la la.

So I’m gonna leave you, and I’d like you to leave me to leave you. But lover believe me, it isn’t because I don’t need you (you know I don’t need you). All I wanted was to be wanted, but you’re drowning me deep in your need to be needed. La la la la la la la la la la la la.

I want you, and I want you to want me to want you. But I don’t need you. Don’t need you to need me to need you. That’s just me. So take me or leave me, but please don’t need me. Don’t need me to need you to need me. Cuz we’re here one minute, the next we’re dead. So love me or leave me, but try not to need me. Enough said. I want you, but I don’t need you.

Articulate Alan

Who knew Alan Greenspan's talks on finance might produce gems?

~ "I guess I should warn you. If I turn out to be particularly clear, you've probably misunderstood what I've said."
Consider yourselves warned.

~ “There's potential for individual disaster there."
Every day.

~ “Look at it! Look at it, damn you! This is the result of your consistent, persistent, grinding, impoverishing inflation, you despicable loathsome morons!”
For full effect, insert other action in place of "inflation." Perhaps "selfishness" or "rampant disregard for animal welfare" - ya know, whatever fits.

~ “How do we know when irrational exuberance has unduly escalated asset values?"
Again, for full effect, replace "asset values" with, say, "our expectations" or "my opinion of you." Hehe.



And the Most Germane Award goes to...

~ "I know that you think you know what I said. But I'm not sure whether you understood that what you heard IS what I meant."

I don't know what to say

I really don't. You just have to watch.



If you need to take just one more look, look here while he explains how he "just wasn't getting any enjoyment out of it. Although the heat does normally stimulate every joint, muscle and organ in my entire body."

Take a break

Today's beboppin' fave.



Look, Ma - freehanded!



Paste's round up of "16 albums to look forward to this fall" is worth a peek.
~ Pearl Jam's got a new record, and I finally (!) dig Eddie again.
~ Bob Dylan does Christmas; not sure what else I could say on the matter.